Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.

Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.